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[otiosity]

You've reached Hawke! Leave a message on this thing that I don't even remotely understand and I'll fumble my way to figure out how to answer your most important request.

Probably.

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[otiosity]

[Wow, sometimes sitting and dealing with shit alone doesn't work. It's shocking! A twist.

Still she groans dramatically and slumps against him.]

But sitting alone here is boring and lonely. Plus I have my duties to take care of. Perhaps, it's just a mage cold. Or we could take my bed and put it into the Ingress room?

[That... probably doesn't exist but the part about it being lonely isn't a lie. She spent months stuck in her bed after the Arishok fight. And the long stretches alone were the worst.

[arcreact]

[ He gives her shoulder a series of exaggerated sympathy pats. ]

If we put your bed in the Ingress room you'd never get out of it, even when you're not sick.

[otiosity]

But I'd always be rested for any upcoming dangers. I think it's the cleverest idea I've ever had.

[She sighs and slumps under his shoulder pats. Clearly this is not going how she dreamed. But she's glad for Tony and... glad for Adrien, she supposes. Not that she'd ever be able to say either of those things to their faces.]

[arcreact]

[ It's almost as if her assumptions about how badly this might go ended up being entirely in vain. Not that Tony'd planned for his day to go quite like this, either, but as far as he's concerned, his reasons for coming have been fulfilled. ]

That or you'll sleep through all the upcoming dangers. But hey, it's a free country... uh, I assume? Knock yourself out.

[otiosity]

I'm not THAT bad. I do wake up at things that cause normal people to wake up at. I just choose not to wake up entirely.

[She drops her head back onto his shoulder. It's obviously an intimate gesture and even she's surprised at how comfortable she feels with it. Being naked in front of someone, sex, those were the easy things? Just sitting next to someone who might probe you about your feelings? Much harder. But if there was some sort of test that her brain did on people, perhaps, Tony had simply passed it. It would be the sort of thing he did.]

A job for tomorrow then.

[arcreact]

Tomorrow.

[ He agrees easily enough, because they can probably both settle on one thing, if nothing else: fuck today. Fuck the past week, maybe even the past month. They can go back to facing the world tomorrow. ]